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small enough
Look, I don’t know who you are
And maybe I wasn’t suppose to
Accidents happen, and who am I to think I’m impenetrable.
I’d just like to end it was a smile,
And not the kind where there’s a knife behind your back.
I mean the kind of smile that feels like just enough.
It floats without strings.
I can’t sit here waiting for an arrival of a ghost that is long gone.
I’m already small enough.
I can’t make myself leave maybe someone new can.
